My Almamater, My Training Ground

It was a hot afternoon, most students were in the dining hall. The SS3 students could be seen milling around in crazy dress styles. Some all packed and waiting for their rides, some had left and the rest packed, carried or said their final goodbyes to their juniors, teachers and friends. Some flew their shirts, some unbuttoned theirs, some had long pulled off their ties looking like ruffians and like every year, the teachers would turn their eyes away pretending to be blind. Yes, on a day like this every year a batch of SS3s' would say goodbye to this institute where they had spent 6 years of their lives. Looking at this young adults, each filled with the joy and sadness of leaving a place they've come to view as home.Bliss, sat on her bed, her hands dexterously folding up her cloths, she, like most of her mates, had given out most of her belongings to her juniors. Her uniforms, daywears, sports outfits and a few other articles of clothing had all been

It had been three weeks since Bliss wrote her National  Common Entrance Examinations and she was waiting for her results. During this period she had relentlessly pestered her mom into taking her to work on a daily. Mrs Jones was a nurse at the Federal Medical Centre. Today however was the day her elder brother Bradley was coming home. He was thirteen and in JSS3 in his school. He was a tall and lanky boy, taller than his peers and very sassy. Mrs Jones had decided to go and pick Bradley from school since she didn't want him to take the buses plying that route. Her parents had reached a consensus that Bradley would only be allowed to come home alone from his SSS1. Bliss spent a few hours seeking convincing reasons to get her mom to let her go with her to get her brother. It was a 2 hour ride in the absence of bad roads, traffic congestion, road accidents or other issues. However Bliss had closed her eyes the moment the car pulled away from

The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.22nd September, 2012Batch 1, merit studentsWelcome.Bliss stood in front of the huge multipurpose hall where tables have been set up. There were signs in front of all of them stating what they were for. She began to readAdministration.Admissions.Uniforms.Bursary.PTA.Labour.Red house.Blue house.Yellow house.Green house.Violet house.Orange house.There were students in different colours of uniforms. The prefects in their standard school uniforms. Sky blue shirts with royal blue plaid skirts, white stockings and black cortina shoes with a royal blue blazer and/or royal blue berets on some with their badges on their upper bodies.The other students around. Some on red checkered daywears, some on blue checkered daywears, some on green, yellow, violet, and orange checkered daywears, their slipp

Bliss woke up to the sound of banging on the the hostel gates.For a minute, she was disoriented.Who was banging on the gates but then she turned around and there was a face in front of her. Bliss furrowed her brows then it hit her.Royal College.Banging on the gates, didn't that represent a wake-up call. A lot of the juniors were slowly getting up, ready to start their day. She looked at her wrist watch, it was barely 5o'clock. She'd never woken up this early.Bliss got up, she took her bucket of water and her toiletries and headed outside into the chilly weather. For the first time, she was treated to the luxury of cold water on a cold morning.She dressed and left the hostel, she didn't want to get caught up in the morning duties of her seniors. Since the new students had not been given morning duties, she could take advantage of this time. She left the hostel sneakily under the cover of the darkness, two cracker biscuits in her b